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Tim and Z warmly invite you to this year’s blog party on Saturday 21st July. Thanks for all the replies so far, we’re looking forward to seeing you.

There’s no accounting – except this week

The only reason I didn’t write a post yesterday was because Eloise cat was asleep on the chair by my computer. I was brought up to know that dogs mattered rather more than I did, so obviously a cat does too.

I’ve spent the day on accounts and will write fifteen cheques tomorrow and post them – that is, I’ll post some of them on Wednesday because some of the cheques I paid in will clear on Thursday and others on Friday (the rest will be next Thursday, but I can cover those) and, though some people keep a cheque for a remarkably long time, I obviously must be sure I have available funds in case they all pay ’em in straight away. And tomorrow, I’ll post out the china to commission bidders. I aim to get all the paperwork done in a week.

I noticed this morning that today, a year ago, we tried our first home-cured bacon, which is a reminder to buy a piece of pork and make some again. It really is fabulous stuff, far better than the watery apology for bacon that almost every butcher and supermarket sell.

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The Unobservant Eye of Z

Dramatis personae:
My husband, Lovely Tim or LT for short (though he is actually tall).
My late husband, the Sage, aka Russell.
My children: Dearest daughter Weeza, who has London Ways, is married to Phil. Their daughter is Zerlina Buttercup and their son is Augustus Bufo. Elder son - Al X, is married to Dilly. Their children are Squiffany Virgilia, Maximus Pugsley and Hadrian Swallow. Younger son - Ro married Dora in September 2014 and their first baby, Rufus Russell, was born on 9th June last year.
Big Sister: Wink. She lives in Wiltshire, 230 miles away, but we're much closer than that.
We live with our cat Eloise, a black tortoiseshell half-Ragdoll.
Bantams live in the garden, recent additions being tiny Seramas called Crow, Jet and Yvette, along with three chicks, and cats live in the barns but we feed them and they have ambitions to be pets too. In addition, cows come to visit in the summer. Mostly, they stay in the fields. None of them has got a hoof in the door yet.
There is an annexe to the house, where Roses lives and her beloved, Lawrence, spends a lot of time there. Her son, Boy, lives there too.

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Updating takes too much memory, sorry - but then I'm not very young any more, so am hanging on to the memory I've got. Please don't look for any significance in the order - I'm not drunk but I am disorderly.

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Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?